Linger Ficken Good!
Information on other Revolting Cocks albums and lyrics can be read here.
- Gila Copter
- Crackin' Up
- Mr. Lucky
- Do ya Think I'm Sexy?
- Butcher Flower's Woman
- Linger Ficken Good!
Hey kids! You want a soundtrack that's gonna make you feel tense? Let you express your frustration? Make ya scared, wanna run out and buy a gun? You're looking for another rock'n'roll record that'll make you feel like a victim. You're like a victim - you love to be a victim. You love the United States prime time victim show. Hey, bells, helicopters, machine guns. Listen to that! Listen to that! Kill for Allah. Kill for Jesus. 1980´s shit - turn it down. Tone it down Hey! Listen to me! All that 1980s shit is over. Brothers and sisters - we'll turn the volume down. Brothers and sisters - we're gonna shut down this mechanical stuff, that makes us feel like victoms. Take those machine guns, and turn 'em down. Yeah. Turn off those cop shows. Listen to those helicopters, listen to the sirens. Makin´ ya feel nervious, and anguish. 1980s shit - turn it down. Tone it down. Now I ask you - I ask you in quiet tone of voice: Is the helicopter a machine of pleasure? Is the helicopter a love machine? Turn it on. Silence those church bells. Fuck the sirens. Lets have some quiet, quiet silence Yeah.. Yeah... I wanna hold you close. You wanna hold someone close. Hey. We wanna- we wanna feel good! I wanna make you laugh. Turn down that victom shit. Oh yeah. Yeah thats better. Hey- we wanna look each other in the eye. Doing a high-five. When I whisper. When I whisper it sorta stings in your ear. I wanna tremble your earbones. Open your trembling earbones. Listen. Turn that helicopter off baby! We will not be angry victoms no more! We're gonna- we're gonna say yeah... Turn it off! Turn it off! Turn that helicopter down! We're gonna say yeah. We're gonna say yeah. We're gonna say yeah. We're gonna make it all. We're God! We're gonna have a moment of silence now. Turn down the machines. Turn down the helicopter. Turn down the prime time. Shut those guns down. Yeah. yeah... Isn't that better?
Nail my soul to the bathroom wall Kicking and screaming for the ? call Reinvented through a ? But yours ? back in ? Who's the stranger at the basement door Creepy-crawl crying out "I want more" When I was little ?, I liked throwing dice Daddy's little diatribe felt like ice How so As the creature's grow Who's the boss? Now the creature's lost Strike trade ? get's made Back burn Where's the creature turn Creep's still playing with a fork and knife Killing himself to lead a sheltered life Murder the custom and catholic ? Looking useless to everyone Defending that language to the Locking my door ? so I can breathe Take me a taste of what you're biting back Catch your religeon ? paint it black How so As the creature's grow Who's the boss? Now the creature's lost Strike trade ? get's made Back burn Where's the creature turn? repeated x 5
God created both of us And really wanted life right You've been lookin' for a life But you got to get high You can't help but steal from your family and friends Our flames grow ignorant And a means to an end (End, end, end, end) Crackin' up! x3 You rushed right through me You must destroy yourself to get old I've got to get one of these trees Right back to me Well, it must be the chemistry The sexual pace of the human race With dynamite guns and loaded runs Look at me, I'm high on life AHHHH! Crackin up! Crackin up! Crackin up! Well I warned you once, and I warned you twice and the next time I tell you I ain't gonna be so nice! You better listen up and you better listen close. Cuz the world is crackin up just like a broken piece of wood You got your rats in the desert on an empty piece of sand Gonna blow each other up for what's under the sand So you grab a little pipe and it'll take it all away, but the world's still crackin and ain't nothin gonna change! Crackin up! (x4) Crackin up! (fading)
Do or die It's a rockabye Come on over mine tonight Do or die It's a rockabye Come on over mine tonight Get your filthy hands off my ice cream Put your filthy mind in my hands When you open your mouth it's a smokescreen And nobody understands And I can see you through my windows Collecting dirt outside Moving in circles with feathers and bones Diseased and paralysed Do or die It's a rockabye Come on over mine tonight Do or die It's a rockabye Roll on over mine tonight I licked my way to heaven, I broke my arms for worse I want to go where fever flows And spiders go to church Barking up the wrong leg Spitting at your friends Your filthy hands forever stained The rockabye defends Do or die It's a rockabye Roll on over mine tonight Do or die It's a rockabye Roll on over mine tonight Do or die It's a rockabye Roll on over mine tonight Do or die It's a rockabye Roll on over mine tonight
Hey, did I see you at the sizzler last night? I never heard of them. Do you have change for a dollar? No, but I'll bet that dress is real expensive. Its too cold, and I can't stand salty stuff. Let me get that for ya baby. You should speak to my room-mate. She owns two of them. Ever seen one of these before? You're shorter than me! You're shorter than me. Mr Lucky just hit the street, and he's lookin for something sweet. He's gonna steal himself a cop car, cheap ass blow, and a bite to eat. "I'm gonna score me a b.p. vest Pimp my intellect and burn the rest Cut a few scars in the life story bar Get a big load off my chest..." "Don't you know I got two things on my mind. First one's nothing, second's woman kind! Introduce me to the fox with goldie locks, and mama bear's behind. A black cat's crossed your path. Valentino and psychopath Claw me in the light of the stars tonight Drown me in your bath... With her back against the record machine, She's a 4am beauty queen If I throw a six she's mine tonight Undressed and seventeen WAIT A MINUTE! Who's that lucky guy? He's got the devil in his eye Rings on his fingers and an empty glass and a queen with a big surprise... Mr Lucky just hit the deck, with the liquor in full effect, Lend me an ear and a shot and a beer and I'll pay with a third-party check, Hey, what's the matter with you, man? You gonna burn me catch as catch can Throw him a bone and he'll leave you alone Don't blink he's a lucky man... Disco! Disco-mystic!
Wet/hate hands admitted, and... Through dead nails, All splitting sand... Underneath it's strychnine Winds that change are never seen, Beasts that back to the wall and cry, Best of the hopeless never die. For gods' sake forget to speak, Miles of what you've got to eat... Terminal, the playgroup says, Off to the side with an average, Blaming the dolls like heretics, Apostles or inebriates. Hold on tight, We're going to wake, Laugh to death For pities sake, Framed for crimes that are never sold Lies and secrets never been told, Look just like the two of us, Standingat the terminus.
She sits alone, waiting for sugestions He so nervous, avoiding all the questions His lips are dry, her heart's gently pounding Don't you just know exactly what they're thinking? If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon sugar let me know! If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon honey tell me so! He's acting shy, lookin for an answer C'mon honey, let's spend the night together Now hold on a minute, before we go much further Give me a buck, so I can buy a rubber They catch a cab to his high-rise apartment, At last he can tell her exactly what his heart means If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon honey tell me so! If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon sugar let me know! Woof woof! His heart's beating like a drum, cuz at last he's got this girl home. Ohhh... Relax baby, now we're all alone. They wake at dawn, while all the birds are singin. Two total strangers, but that aint what they're thinking Outside it's cold, it's misty and it's raining They've got eachother, neither one's complaining He says I'm sorry but I'm out of KY jelly Never mind sugar, we can catch the early movie If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, c'mon sugar let me know! If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, c'mon honey tell me so!
Butcher flower's woman She did what she could Nothing beyond What a good girl would Did you take the bait? Oh, woman, did you take that bait? When you fell like the butchered Onto slabs wide open Cut a fresh new life All that pale blue broken Did you choke on your fist? Oh, woman, did you take that bait? I made an appointment Do you want to take her Don't call it by name; B.U.T.C.H.E.R. Were you that impressed? Oh, baby, that makes two of us. Did you make an appointment? Were you that impressed? Did you take what you needed And kill the rest? You ought to take a leaf Out of daddy's book All blood and petals Hanging from a meat hook 'Cos she who breathes last Or not at all Hounding acrobats With sabre and tongs Curse the bastard eyes With a rag you stole From a bleeding butcher boy's empty hole
Victims burn in the atmosphere Breaking our back to get down here I took a hand on a switcher? Trying to run, keep your hands off Noone's better at doin' my work Make me feel like dirt You cross the line, took my freak-show How the hell was I to know Take the flowers out of night-sticks Don´t break nothing you can´t fix Pull the body beneath my face Probably something you can´t fix Someone circling someone's eye Pulled the wings off a butterfly ? the handle into reverse Just like you did it on purpose Everybody is faceless Stone cold and stateless Form? a line to redemption To re-increase the tension Grab a gun while they're still hot Well if you like it or not Dream a negative dream for me Adjust a hand over freeFinger Lickin´ Good Finger Lickin´ Good Finger Lickin´ and not fried Finger Licking Good E-I-E-I-O E-I-E-I-O E-I-E-I-O This is porno for your mind, porno for your crotch It's family entertainment! E-I-E-I-O This is actually true stuff folks We couldn't write anything this crazy E-I-E-I-O You're all sickos You're all sickos Finger Lickin´ Good (x8) I want the same stuff Finger Lickin´ Good Finger Lickin´ Good Who's your favorite Cock? Linger Ficken´ Good Bill-Bill Reiflin Linger Ficken´ Good Paul-Paul Barker Linger Ficken´ Good Al-Hypo Luxa Linger Ficken´ Good Chris-Chris Connelly! Linger Ficken´ Good Luc Van Acker-Luc Van Acker Linger Ficken´ Good Name that Cock! Revco. Revolting Cocks Yeah,thats who I work for right now. Now I must be really hard-up to work for some muthafuckas with a name for a group like that You know what I'm talkin' bout? Yeah Yeah, yeah, I know Paul, Paul, yeah You know but see, yeah, ya'll may know him by other names Hermes, Pan, Ion, You know mmm ton of shit Sperm bank I didn't know he had nothing in him Thought he shot blanks Shit On man crime raid ah-ha! Muthafucka should be in jail Stupid muthafucka You know what I'm talkin´ about? Yeah Mikey, yeah I know Mikey Guitar playin' muthafucka You know, he can't play worth shit as far as I'm concerned I play better than him You know and I try to play keyboards You know Fuck that guitar playin´ son of a bitch Can suck my muthafuckin´ dick Luc? Luc Van Acker? You know, ya'll might know him by Gumby You know Gumbelina, Dumbelina Homo-belina, I don't know what the fuck Fuck that muthafucka I can't understand a fuckin word he says Grandpa Jougenson? Oh I know Grandpa Jourgenson Yeah, ya'll might know him by other things Punk ass muthafucka Hypo Luxa, alien son of a bitch Buck Satan; Buck-Buck Satan Buck is a scary muthafucker Buck Don't fuck with Buck, Cuz Buck will fuck you up Fuck Buck though Yeah, I know Chris too You might know him by Scorpio Fuck scorpio Pinky I like pinky Sounds like a little bitch name Pinky ha ha ha ha Pink pink pink, pink you stink I wear pink draws Stupid muthaf- Bill Reflin Yeah I know Bill Reflin He play drums Try to play drums You know, Bill the cat That´s what you might know him as, Bill the cat He wears like, you know, nice leather jackets I'm'a steal one o' them muckafuckin´ jackets from his ass I'm gonna steal his drums too Dwayne I know that muthafucka He aint shit [Come from outa the projects]? No talent ass bastard Fuck all of 'em Shit I'm the only muthafucka with them got some gaddamn talent Fuck Paul, Grandpa, Mikey, Luc, Dwayne, Bill Kiss my ass PUNKS! Who's your favorite Cock? I love those Cocks, they turn me on Who's your favorite Cock? The Revco boys can get it on Who's your favorite Cock? The Revco Cocks rule the world Who's your favorite Cock? Yippi skippy yin yang yow Who's your favorite Cock? Al, Buck Satan Who's your favorite Cock? Aw Chris, you're bad Who's your favorite Cock? I like it, oh Mikey Who's your favorite Cock? Luc Van-Luc Van-Luc-Luc Van Acker Who's your favorite Cock? Bill Reflin straight ass muthafuckin´ hoe Who's your favorite Cock? Paul Barker, ride pony! Who's your favorite Cock? Ride that Cock-do Who's your favorite Cock? Mmmm! That feels good Who's your favorite Cock? Any Cock I ever met. Who's your favorite Cock? Walkin down the street. Who's your favorite Cock? I like Cocks, big and small. Who's your favorite Cock? Black ones, white ones, cherry-striped ones! Who's your favorite Cock? I'm Revco Pussy Girl! Who's your favorite Cock? I'll be a Pussy, through and through. Who's your favorite Cock? I love the Revco Pussy Girls Who's your favorite Cock? Revolting Pussies will hold Who's your favorite Cock? Who's your favorite Cock? Who's your favorite Cock? It's a Revco world (x14) Today.
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